collabo wit and Shotta and Don P, he spit first, then i followed up.
Lyrics
My life i dont kno where its goin/
i try to be God-like but still got unholy emotions/
im in control sometimes like not lettin my skully get swollen/
but when that thing under my stomach get swollen/
i fuck pussy or im gettin deep throated/
an when im smokin/
i hold smoke in till my throat roastin/
O of coke in my coat and Satan was my coach when my guns was explodin/
hours floated by/
and the reason i dont trust no1, hold on/
ill lift my shirt off, show u all the knives in my back/
doin a drive-by driver gets clapped, cops comin, wudnt u hate dat?/
and u love her so much, but wut if one day u found out your wife was train tracks/
you got metal bang dat/
rocks slang dat/
im done wit u fake cats/
ur career never takin off like a plane full of arabs/
